The Man Is A Poet

  As day hours lengthen, seasons sway back and forth, In this alchemy of time, the world pitches equinox, Morning air crisply fragrant with ...

  Lo my Jesus, bloodied, bruised, and battered. When Caesar and Pilate, when Priest and Elder, Confound kingdoms - Mars preens Messianic. Th...

Advent eventide, where light shines in the darkness, The obsidian envelope still cedes to it's piercing amber, As the ebbing year's ...

  When a girl child is no longer a child, And begins to look under new leaves, Questioning, discovering, and loving, New loves, new places, ...

Butterflies flutter fly, mid twists of trees, Pale-winged, like jittery petals in the breeze, Regents in a world of pollen -- budding blooms...

This day he is risen, he is risen indeed, Both liturgy and hymn confess it is so. Yet morning light, through the window, Only a dawning of a...

Wintry zephyrs dash and dart 'mid trees and walls, Skating o'er grass, whispering through windows. As clouds shiver in the twilight,...